No Commitment (Completed) [R-18]

12 : Beauty

Beauty

" Hey Hon, come join me here" It was the voice of Andrew.

I was in a bright place and it seems that we're in a beach. The sounds of the ocean came murmuring something in my ears.

" It's high tide Hon. Nakakatakot 'yung dagat" I told him but he continued calling me.

" It's okay Hon, I'm here, I've got you. Come on, join me" He was luring me to join him in the sea. I gladly smiled before joining him.

" We better get off the water, Hon. Let's do this next time. The waves are so strong now" I told him. Umiling lamang siya.

" Do you trust me, Hon" He asked.

" Yes of course I trust you but I don't trust the ocean" I honestly told him.

" Remember Hon, if things go wrong like this, trust me. I want you to trust me and don't let go" He whispered in my ears.

I opened my eyes. Para akong pagod na pagod sa panaginip ko. I never realized that I would dream of something that had actually happened.

Zeke Andrew Montenegro, why are you in my dreams?

Naramdaman ko ang bahagyang paggalaw ni Vincent sa tabi ko. He moved his face closer to mine giving me small kisses. I looked at his face, tulog pa nga ang lalaking 'to.

I looked at the time on my phone's screen. It's already 6:00 in the morning and I really need to pee

I slowly removed his arm on my belly and slipped of myself from the sheets. Fortunately, he didn't wake up.

I was about to walked going to the bathroom when I heard Vincent mutter something.

" Love, where are you going?" He asked me afterwards.

" To the bathroom" I said to him.

"Okay, be sure to come back here" Saad niya lamang bago bumalik sa kanyang tulog.

I can now clearly gaze at the whole beauty of the place. Ang gara at ang ganda. Everything is beautiful and amazing. Wala na akong iba pang masasabi bukod sa komplimentahin ang kagandahan nito.

My eyes focused on a particular portrait on the right corner of a spacious wall. Batid mong iyun lang ang tanging portrait na nasa wall. Katabi nito ang isang mamahaling flower vase na animo'y parang galing sa ibang bansa ang dating. Hindi ko alam pero para akong nagkaroon ng kagustuhang malaman kung ano 'yung nasa portrait. Kung ako ang tatanungin kase, para itong kuha sa isang litrato na ginawang painting ng isang magaling na pintor. Ang ganda, ang galing ngunit isa lang ang tanging masasabi ko.

Bakit hindi ko mamukhaan 'yung babae sa portrait?

Hindi ko manlang alam kung sino 'yung babaeng 'yun. Baka naging parte ito ng buhay ni Vincent. Baka ex girlfriend niya ito.

Hindi na ako bumalik sa kama pagkatapos kong gamitin ang banyo. Hindi na rin kase ako makakatulog pang muli. Pinakinggan ko ang bawat tunog na nanggagaling sa loob mismo ng mansion ni Vincent. Wala akong kahit anong bakas na may kasama kami na aking naririnig.

" So, he lives alone whenever he comes to Paris" Saad ko sa aking sarili. Dumiretso agad ako sa kusina. Pinakialaman ko na ang kanyang mga gamit dito. Gusto ko lang naman kaseng makapaghanda ng umagahan namin at gutom na rin kase ako

" Where's the spatula?" I asked myself when I cannot even find if myself.

Nagulat na lamang ang buo kong sistema ng marinig ko ang pamilyar na boses na nanggaling sa likuran ko.